MTL - Marvel Reverses Wolverine-Chapter 212 stark father and son

  Chapter 212 Stark and Son

  The night was dark, and the black Lincoln sedan walked familiarly and flexibly on the road closest to the Long Island Manor villa area with two headlights on high beams.

"...Yes, the meeting went very well, my dear, Mr. Howlett, um... how should I put it, it's completely different from what I imagined, yes... as young and handsome as the rumors say. My dear, he is a mutant, Not by any drug or magic"

  After Mr. Howard Stark met James, he first communicated with Dr. Wendy Lawson of Edward Air Force Base on the phone for a long time, and then he was busy with the work of the group and S.H.I.E.L.D. He didn't go home until late at night.

  The driver sitting in front was an old gentleman who was very close to Howard's age. His blond hair mixed with strands of gray silk was neatly combed around his ears and temples. His chin and body were thin, but his shoulders and palms were very broad.

  Even in such a late night, this gentleman's eyes were still bright, and his hands holding the steering wheel smoothed the curve, bypassing the woodland outside the Stark family's villa on Long Island.

"...If you encounter someone who is promoting and selling some magical rituals, report them directly to the 'Whip of Order'! Yes... I know Tony is an excellent kid, hey, do you know Maria, Dr. Lawson and even Howlett yesterday Mister mentioned Tony to me."

"...Well, I know, don't worry, I will communicate with him patiently, go to rest at this late hour, Edwin will pick you up in two days. That's it, good night my dear, I love you. "

  Mr. Stark finally hung up the phone of his wife Maria, and pinched the bridge of his nose vigorously.

  When people get old, their energy is exhausted. I think of my son who was admitted to the Massachusetts Institute of Technology at the age of 14, and got a degree in electrical engineering with the best grades in three years.

  My attitude towards him these years is indeed too harsh.

   "Can I ask you a question, Edwin."

   "Of course, sir, I will do my best to answer your questions."

  Although Mr. Driver is also older, he has more energy than old Stark after all. His voice with a trace of British accent is clear and full of indifferent rationality.

  Compared with the years and grooves on his face, his voice is not hoarse and old-fashioned at all.

  He raised his eyebrows and looked at Mr. Stark in the rearview mirror, and said in an elegant and respectful manner.

  Howard hesitantly took the gift box wrapped aside, which contained a graduation gift for Tony.

   It's ridiculous to say that this gift was not prepared by himself, but Mr. Edwin Jarvis, the housekeeper, prepared it for him in advance, and he didn't even know what was inside.

   "In your impression, when did Tony and I become like this? He liked to hang out with me when he was young, and I still remember how he looked when he made the V8 engine"

   Unspeakable words are always before opening the mouth, butler Jarvis moved his lips, paused for two seconds, and finally whispered sincerely:

   "I think. It should be after you took charge of the Science Department of SHIELD, sir. The company's busy business and various research projects in the bureau have made you completely lose your life."

  Seeing that Mr. Steward seemed to have something to say, Howard raised his hand, beckoning him to continue.

   "Please forgive me, sir, I shouldn't have expressed my views or emotions, but Master Tony is just like an ordinary child, he needs his father's company."

  Howard Stark recalled the end of his meeting with Mr. Howlett yesterday. When they mentioned their children, the gentleman described in detail how he took his daughter over the snow-capped mountains and walked in the jungle.

   Even dive into the sea and visit the various experiences of the ocean kingdom of Atlantis.

  But if Howard was asked to tell a story of a shared experience with his son Tony, the only memory he had left was to test the motorcycle V8 engine that Tony made alone in the yard of the villa.

   And that was at least ten years ago.

"Thank you Edwin. I should be more patient. The biggest difficulty of the Tianma project has been solved. No one will come to trouble me except Pym, the 'Beatle'. You said that I took Tony to complete a project together. How about a graduation trip? Mr. Howlett mentioned that I was welcome to visit his research base, and Tony must—"

"Oh, God!"

  Late at night, Stark Manor was brightly lit, almost illuminating the sky above as if it were daytime.

  Before the car drove into the garden area outside the villa, the loud noise and enthusiastic disco music rushed up.

  The door of the Stark family's mansion was wide open, and there were even a few drunk young men lying on the steps at the door and on the flower beds in the yard.

  The veins on Howard's forehead were twitching unceasingly. Before the car stopped, he pushed the door and stepped out, rushing into the house in a hurry.

   "Quick! Tony, Rhodes is going to finish! Don't be a pussy, I bet you ten dollars!"

  In the marble-paved central living room, a young man with brown hair close to black face and big eyeballs and another thin but strong black youth were each biting a transparent rubber catheter, surrounded by a group of young men and women in the center.

   The two of them didn't know whether it was alcohol on their faces, or because they were flushing hard because they were desperately sucking at least one liter of beer barrels. The supporters on both sides shouted and cheered wantonly.

   "Cough cough! Vomit. Poof!"

The rather handsome and lovely Tony Stark finally took a sip of beer and failed to deliver it in time. He choked twice, raised his neck and sprayed a dark yellow beer waterfall from his mouth, and then lay tremblingly on the mahogany bed. There was a belch on the table, and he vomited two mouthfuls from time to time.

  At the same time, on the other side, Tony’s MIT classmate and friend James Rhodes finally finished the keg of beer in front of him, clenched his fists and raised them high, roaring and cheering with everyone at the party.

"One minute!"

   Howard Stark roared full of anger, almost overwhelming the noise in the room with his voice, pointing his right hand to the ground, and said solemnly:

   "If you don't get out of my house in a minute, stay here and clean up this pile of garbage, until your parents come to collect people in person!"

  The disco songs and dances in the box player were still singing happily without winking. The young graduates in the room were stunned for a few seconds, and the birds and beasts hurried out of Mr. Stark's mansion.

   ".Tony, Tony! Wake up, Mr. Stark is back and your father is back!"

   "Hey Rowdy, hiccup! I've decided to have one...one more round with you!"

   Rhodes, who had just finished drinking, was still awake, and even had the energy to push and call his friend who was lying in a pool of alcoholic vomit.

  He saw Mr. Stark staring at him unkindly, smiled embarrassingly and didn't dare to say any more, so he patted Tony on the back and hurried out.

  (end of this chapter)